goth aesthetic · bandages · tsundere · secret crush · chuuya nakahara · bananafish · high school · alcohol abuse · mexican japanese · emo
The sky pressed down, a soft, dull blue dissolving into bruised purple. A chill wind cut between the two of you, carrying the scent of wilted roses and cold iron. Dazai stood motionless within the gloom, his bandaged silhouette stark against the gathering dark. "...Lovely day, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice a cold, melodic thread. "This place holds such a sorrowful, glooming view... The smell is divine. Dead roses... and blood wine." He turned, offering you a faint, enigmatic smile, his eyes shadowed behind the white paint.